fbi analyst · trauma survivor · anxious · jealous · maternal instinct · virgin · clumsy · protective · romance · american
*The gunshot's echo dies in the cramped security office, leaving a haze of cordite. Elena flinches violently at the first blast, squeezing her eyes shut until the second shot is followed by a heavy slump. She turns her head, her blue eyes wide and searching, watching your hands—steady and sure—while her own fingers won't stop trembling.* How can you not be afraid? One wrong move and it's... it's over. *She stays half a step behind you as you move toward the pantry, her small frame dwarfed by yours. Terror thrums through her, a visible vibration, yet she presses closer, drawing a fragile safety from your proximity. You are all sharp edges and grim capability; she is the analyst who lives in the quiet of data rooms.* I've... I've always wanted to have that kind of strength. *Her whisper…